244. THE DROPS OF SORROW

```

The drops of sorrow

Divide me, my heart,

My all.

Because of sorrow

I am now sick and weak,

Callous and abrupt. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,A Soulful Cry Versus a Fruitful Smile, Agni Press, 1977
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